MELITA
She took her time, mind contorting with a rash degree of potential actions, inclining her head at his first statement, maybe to arch her brow, counter with a wry grin or some other measure that she couldn’t coordinate in time. Not with the sudden flinging of his form directly at her (a fond favorite of his, it seemed – maybe later she could coin it with a more technical term, like the Iskra Interception). She should’ve seen it coming, but she’d been wandering in her thoughts, and suddenly she was scooped up from the springs itself.She let loose a ridiculous, laughing, squealing outcry, one leg swung in a wide splash to douse him while she was hoisted, then ultimately dropped. That motion didn’t go quietly either, and she let her arms flail on the way down, so there was a sweeping arc of warm droplets cascading over the forefront. “Well good,” she wrinkled her nose, shaking her head, not unlike a dog, so that he might find more of the water heading his way. Sweeping her hair back from her head again, where some portions had escaped from the braid, she found herself hovering exactly where she wanted to be.
With him, right in her grasp, snare taken and snatched.
Leaning closer, but deliberately a breadth away, she smiled, airs of pretense and innocence, nose wrinkling like she hadn’t the faintest clue as to what he was talking about. Maybe she didn’t. Serenity had never been her thing. “Oh – what would you prefer then?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
